Do angels need to hide in the cupboard for my tea to taste good? Keep your chit chat—I have a bull's eye to hit. Perhaps these scenes are matryoshka dolls of hierarchical values, ranging from biology to culture. Metaphors and similes? Such devices are an impediment to my travels. I want language that is direct, taking me to fundamental reality. Why would I take the bus that runs late and stops at every other street corner, when I could take one that faces no interruption?
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